The Virgin (I)
The virgin was mature beyond her years,
Uncorrupted in a world so modern,
Many lost their virginity by now,
But she was in her forties and still pure.
They gave her grief, she gave them innocence.
She would purify all that was corrupt.
The Mona Lisa in a world corrupt,
The virgin remains pure despite the years,
She was expensive in her innocence,
Like the Mona Lisa in the modern
Day. Since she was compared for being pure
To the Madonna. All that was pure now.
The virgin, an expensive asset now,
Retains her dignity, she's not corrupt.
Her thoughts, the fresh dew of flowers, so pure
As the milk-thistle that welds through the years.
She challenges a world in the modern,
Numbers of girls stolen from innocence.
She's a ballerina in innocence,
She is probably ballet dancing now,
As sceptics reside in this age modern,
They'd assume otherwise in hearts corrupt,
Yet only she can conquer all those years,
For, like the Madonna, she remains pure.
She is the reason expensive is pure,
All that's conquerable but innocence,
It's the only thing that lives on through years,
Still so pure as she ballet-dances now.
Her price is Madonna in worlds corrupt,
So rare is she through all times, and modern
Times too. In fact more pricy in modern
Times. She will always challenge petals pure,
Virgins stand out like diamonds through corrupt.
Virgins refuse to give up innocence,
She still retains hers in her forties now.
For infinity, she'll defy the years.
A modern virgin will outlast the years,
Like the Madonna pure, compare her now